Harry was very happy with the room, after all he'd lived in a closet before, and there aren't many living conditions worse than a spider-infested closet.

He threw himself on the soft bed with great peace of mind. Although the bed made a loud creaking noise, it was ten times better than the sloping, broken bed of the Dursleys.

"Good night, Mr. Lupin, I'm so tired."

Lupin was delighted that Harry could fall asleep so that no one would sneak out of the room in the middle of the night and try to embark on a thrilling adventure in dangerous and unfamiliar surroundings - all too familiar to Lupin in Gryffindor .

Not sure if Harry could be a Gryffindor, "Good night Harry," Lupin smiled, smart Harry perhaps more like a Ravenclaw.

Sirius habitually jumped to the foot of Harry's bed, where he sometimes slept when he lived on Privet Drive, but mostly in front of Anna's fireplace.

"Go go," Lupin frowned and ruthlessly drove the dog off the bed, "you guard the door," he was never merciless to old friends who made mistakes.

Lupin glanced at Harry who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, \'If only my child could have the same peace of mind as Harry\', such a sentence popped up in his mind, he nodded, reassuringly Went to the toilet to wash up.

What Lupin didn't notice was that Harry opened his eyes less than a second after he entered the toilet, skillfully used a pillow to form a human figure under the quilt, put on the cape that Dais gave him, and walked lightly. He walked out of the \'Goblin Head\' room without forgetting to take the key.

Sirius, who was lying at the door, watched all this silently.

"Go, big black!" Harry whispered to the dog to follow.

\'Would you like to stop him? \'Siris glanced at the shabby wooden door of the toilet, and then glanced at Harry's curious eyes, \'Forget it, just this time\', thinking so, the **** dog followed Harry's pace .

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"Harry is in... er... Bedouin the Poet Tales... How could he be in there, what is he doing in there..." Ms. Bathilda Bagshot was clearly in a state of distress, she muttered unconsciously, " How to do how to do…"

She seemed more helpless than Anna and Dumbledore.

"Yes, Ms. Bathilda, is there any way you can get him out?" Anna put down the cake-eating fork in her hand, feeling that something was wrong, "Can he still come out?"

Bathilda touched her little silver hair and was very distressed, "Son, Harry can come out, but it's a little difficult, no... It's very difficult to be exact..."

"What do we need to do?" Dumbledore's fingertips fumbled for the tan ceramic mug in his hand.

"We can't do anything—" Bathilda showed a sad look, "The people who are locked inside can only have a chance to come out if they turn their stories into fairy tales..."

"Fortunately, the energy of this book is very powerful, and it can adapt a large part of the story itself. As long as there is nothing too evil written, Harry may be able to come out soon," Bathilda looked at Dumbledore .

"Albus, I remember you said someone kept a diary in there, right? Maybe a diary wouldn't be too evil?"

"Uh..." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "What if there were some other stories?"

"what type?"

"Wars, plagues, cruel Muggles and stuff like that..."

Who would write these things in a diary? ! Bathilda took a deep breath, "Then we can only pray to Merlin, this book has the ability to turn most of the content into a fairy tale."

"No..." Bathilda fell silent.

"Otherwise?" Anna looked serious.

"Otherwise Harry will have to stay in the world of books forever."

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"Have a honey beer, Mrs Angie," said a weak voice from before Mrs Angie, but she didn't see anyone until Harry stepped on Sirius and sat on the bar stool with difficulty.

"We don't offer beer to the kid," Mrs. Angel glanced at Harry, picked up the rag to drive him away, and continued to wipe the small clean table in front of her.

"Then have a glass of milk, Mrs Angie," Harry swayed to avoid the rag attack, he looked carefully at Mrs Angie's face, the scorpion always felt a little familiar, "Is your husband's name Mike? s?"

\'Magic Max\' was Harry and a group of friends in Godric's Hollow accompanied by Lianna's favorite shop during the filming, the owner of this shop is a kind middle-aged woman with a scorpion on her face, always Show a gentle smile.

"Huh?" An Qi looked Harry up and down, "You still know my husband? How is that possible? You might not have been born when he died?" An Qi took a jug of milk from under the counter and put it on the table, Hold Harry's hand as he prepares to take it, staring into Harry's eyes, "He was crushed by a troll, Max Hall, no one will miss that stinky bastard!"

Harry withdrew his hand, frightened by the woman's vicious tone.

But he suddenly saw Angie's expression, \'The sadness in her eyes was the same sadness in Aunt Petunia's eyes when she saw Uncle Vernon pull her crotch\'.

So Harry gathered up the courage to hold Mrs. Angel's hand, "Silence for you, ma'am," he looked at Angel sincerely, "Although life is hard, everything will be fine."

Harry really thinks so, because his own experience is the best proof.

An Qi was stunned. After Hall's death, more people were watching the fun, or smiling strangely. No one liked Hall, and no one mourned for An Qi's dead husband.

\'Angie, you finally got rid of that useless waste, and now this store is yours! \'\'Angie, Hall's property is all yours, you have achieved the goal of marrying that waste, do you want to hold a banquet to thank that monster? \'

They all thought that An Qi didn't like that trash Max Hall, and they didn't know that Hall died in the forest to help An Qi pick her favorite flowers.

"Drink it, it's free, just one cup," An Qi pulled out her hand and put the milk into Harry's arms. "Hurry up and go upstairs to sleep, kid! Don't come out for a walk at night!"

Angie left the bar with the rag, ignoring Harry who was sitting on the stool.

"Little devil! Come here!" The man who was previously called a goat by Mrs. Angel waved to Harry, "Sit here!"

Despite Anna's words not to make too much eye contact with drunk people, Harry jumped out of his chair with the milk and walked over to Goatman's place. "Hello, Mr Goatman."

Sirius stood between Harry and the goat, staring at the drunk man, always feeling inexplicably familiar.

"Goat... goat... just call me goat, everyone calls me goat," the man let the alcohol invade his brain, talking to Harry in a confused way, "you are the first one I saw to let Ann Chi free... hiccup... entertainer..."

"She didn't even have half of the leftover bread... she was reluctant to give it to the little tramp..." Goatman shook his head, looking at the burning candle, his blue eyes appearing more cloudy in the dim light.

Dais once mentioned this matter, that little tramp should be Satasa's sister, "That little tramp left with \'Old Man Jumping Pot', right?"

"Huh? Yeah, how did you know?" The goat man nodded~lightnovelpub.net~ took another sip of wine, and looked at Harry in a daze, "Accurately, it's not that \'follow\' the old man left. , but left with the pot...but that's not bad..."

"Anyway, it's bad luck..." Goatman said terrifying words calmly.

Harry was shocked, "Wait! Dais didn't say that! Isn't 'Old Man' the kindest and kindest person?!"

"Dace? Who's Dace?" Goatman frowned and paused again. "The old man was really friendly, until his son died of the plague—"

"The old man saved a lot of people, but he was the only one who couldn't save his own son. Since then, he has never helped anyone, and he was bent on finding a way to resurrect his son..."

Harry swallowed.

"The most popular method recently came from the capital. I heard that a man whose heart was pierced came back from the battlefield alive, and asked him how he created the miracle. He said that it was because he was soaked in the blood of children. The blood gave him life—"

"Although I think it's farting," the goatman waved his hand, "but it can't stop others from believing."